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The pub talk, the scandals, |
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Like vandals they try to tear you down |
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The whispers, turn rumours, |
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There's no truth but that don't stop those cats |
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They need the little bit extra, |
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They don't mind if it's only conjecture |
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They tried to tell me i wasn't full time, |
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I tried to think of an alibi |
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I felt so awful i spat in their faces and ran for my life |
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They need that little bit extra, |
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They don't mind if it's only conjecture |
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They tried to tell me their's was the right way, |
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I tried to shout that was a lie, |
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I felt so sick i spat in their lifestyles with a runaway pride! |
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Untouched by unhuman hands, |
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'cause only god knows i don't call that a man |
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Who spends his waking days, |
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Telling others what to think and what to say |
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They tried to tell me i wasn't normal, |
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I tried to shout there's no such thing! |
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I felt so sick i spat on their lifestyles with a runaway pride! |
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So catch me if you can, |
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'cause i would rather be dead than live like that - |
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Hey, hey, hey! |
